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Denial seeks the mind of the guilty
When freedom becomes a hopeless dream
When the search for clear skies gets us lost at sea
Do we fight our last bit of sanity
Or box it away with lock and key
What becomes of person buried in sand
Choking on the risk of calling for a helpful hand
A voice going extinct, drowned out by the lack of help
Devastated by those who see, but willingly go blind
To those of a different kind
Many questions forged by a history so stagnant
The answer of change not yet answered
Humans were made to evolve
Yet biology couldn't even help the mindset of some
For centuries years long
Many have kept their racist ideologies afloat
What will it take for a world to listen
For it to see a new world vision
Where ignorance becomes a villain
Where the colour of ones skin doesn't make them a victim
Hope drains the oppressed
Leaving us bleeding negativity
Or maybe it's just acceptance of a realistic reality
It's hard to believe in the light
When you're born into darkness
For a world claiming to be 'progressive'
It sure does hate blackness
Deny, deny, deny
But evidence doesn't lie
The proof they seek
Resides in our blood
The clotting is the proof of generational trauma
Copyright ©
Layla Riley-Hill
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